A few years later, I am not married, and you are not married, then, can we be together? No. Why? I don’t like you. I can’t make do with it? He swept her coolly: No one wants you like that? Yes. He was puzzled: Then why did you find me? I like you. He was moved: Then marry me. Okay. She became his wife as she wished, but he unexpectedly forgot the past: Then who, what is your name? Wife. …Honey, why did I marry you? You didn’t marry me, but you begged for it. He looked up at the sky: …No one wants me? Like me....is that so? She flickered without changing her face: yes.